I presents whimsical insights on the world.
Picture this… it’s a sunny day in June and you’re sitting perched on mossy rocks. The water twinkles, glistening with the reflected sun. You tightly grip your pen as you furiously scribble in your precious journal. You pause to turn back a page and there you find an entry that isn’t your own. Want to find out what is says?
“Nostalgia, the sound you can’t hear, the smell you can’t sense, the memory is wholly ephemeral. if everything was permanent, everlasting, would it mean the same thing?.”
— To Miss a Place